That Was Then

Once upon a time I was a semi-organized person.  I worked two jobs for ten years, sometimes putting in eighteen-hour days, and then I worked full time at home and that was no nine-to-five job, either.  I had file cabinets with real files with labels and everything.  No, really.  I fit in a lot of company and did a lot of cooking.  I did housework on an almost-regular basis.  All this was before I made procrastination a way of life.  Even when I know this non-habit will bite me in the backside, I continue to put off that which must be done.  Give me a deadline and I will wait until the last possible moment to spring into action, and I don't spring as well as I used to anymore and sometimes fall flat on my face.

Another day spent at the computer.  Aarrgh.  I longed to go out and give John Dear some exercise, but the best I could manage was a couple of walkabouts and a brief respite on the deck.  My farmer's tan is creeping up my arms as I push long sleeves up higher a little more each day.  In addition to the salad thief, the warm weather has brought out the wasps.  It won't be long until I go out on the deck armed with spray can in hand, looking for their nests.  I did a pretty good job last year keeping them in check this way.  Wasps and hornets are a yearly plague up here, and not one I look forward to, no more than when the mosquitoes arrive.

Back in the house and back at the computer, I berated myself once again and promised to turn over a new leaf.  I will stay on top of any upcoming event and be prepared in advance.  I even thought about dusting.